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Here is another dream.

I had a dream that I can clearly remember last night. There were no escalators. I am going to try and write this as fluidly and quickly as possible to get it recorded before it disappears again so apologies if it's not up to my normal literariness.

It started in one of the new dorms at Cornell. When I say new, I mean the room was still walled off on the door's side with plywood. I heard a knock on the plywood, so I opened the little door in the plywood and went out in the hall. I had visitors! It was Jenn and Tana; but Tana was very emaciated and sick. There was another knock at the door. I thought it strange, since no one else had reason to visit me. It was some asian person with a bike. The bike was dented, and he was yelling about some kid outside who'd gotten hit by a car. I knew he was lying, because he wouldn't have come to a fourth floor room; he'd have gone to the first floor. So I told Jenn to lock the doors, because I knew it was a 'home' invasion. The kid [underclassman] tossed the bike at me to throw me off balance, but I caught it and threw it back at him before he could go stop Jenn. (at times like this, it's very cool to have control of your dreams... the look on the guy's face was mildly akin to one of the agents in the Matrix, yes, when I caught the bike and threw it back with near superhuman speed.)
He threw the bike back at me, harder, and I threw it back at him even faster. He still caught it, and I was concerned, because there were a lot of little flaps and doors to lock in the plywood wall, and Jenn was going to need help. I couldn't waste time with this clown. And I really didn't want to see Tana hurt in her weakened condition, so I feinted throwing the bike, caught a wheel, and brought the bike around and down on his head, using the wheel to rotate it [that was ugly sentence structure]. I took it and bashed him with it until both he and the bike were reduced to little broken bits. I stopped to contemplate what I'd done, which was something less than murder, somehow, and then went to finish locking the doors. I locked the main one myself, and by now, the plywood had started to rattle from the asian bicycle gang [forgive me, it was a dream and I wasn't controlling that part] and Jenn in her panic went to lock the main door again, unlocking it (which I interpret as having to do very much with my feeling that Jenn is a very well meaning person who often does 'bad' or 'wrong' things because she can't help it, like Dennis the Menace]. I rushed over and locked it very quickly, actually slowing down time [a dream first for me] to give me a chance to do it. So we waited for a while. And then decided we would have to risk going outside, because Tana needed medicine [told you my dreams were very linear and logical].
We managed to get out quietly, only having to take alternate routes to dodge roving bicycle gangs a few times. I got Tana to the store, and then walked off. Here is the first and only real discontinuity, where it (sorta) became another dream, and it was very dark outside. I continued walking the streets, as I had to meet up with a few friends [generic friends, no one in particular]. The four or five of us [either one of us wandered off, or I was alternately counting and not counting myself] walked a few streets, discussing all kinds of things, from girls to philosophical truths. I split off from the group (I was now actor-me; it was another person's body; as of the discontinuity) and went walking, mostly because I felt the bike gang drawing close and didn't want to endanger them. Sure enough, soon as I split off and went up a side street, a bike dude came jumping over a ridge or something and nearly landed on me. There was only one of him, but I knew he was serious because instead of a bicycle, he was riding a hybrid-scootermotorcycle. So I ran up some hilly terrain to try and lose him and hopped a fence. Then, when he came around along the road on the other side to find where I'd run, I leapt out from where I'd hid near the fence and knocked him off. He was thoroughly unconscious, possibly dead. I didn't care (both me and my dream persona didn't care; if I'd cared, I would have 'known' if he were live or dead). I took his scooter and drove off with it.
I was driving up whatever road that is at Cornell that goes past the Engineering Quad and past the athletic field and all that when it started to hail [Thanks, Nemo!]. I very naturally lost my traction and fell off the scooter, rolling down the hill to the stadium's lower parking lot with both my legs broken. The scooter, almost comically, managed to roll back up onto its wheels and continued up the hill. I think that and the broken legs were the dream's way of telling me that Ha, it could still do whatever it wanted to. Curse you, Morpheus! I am the King of (my) Dreams!
This is where things got cool/weird. It is in retrospect, a very cool dream, but it was very oppressive and dire when I was there; please don't get me wrong. Even when I was doing all sorts of cool *ick* "Matrix" stuff like what I was about to do. I've done pretty much god-like things in my dream before, and I could've just 'healed' my legs, but I actually went back to the discontinuity point and dreamed things a different way. Quelle chuette! I've never moved time backwards or dreamed and alternate reality before. Not in the same dream. It was sorta like Groundhog day; I had vague impressions of what was going to happen. I did some cool things like evading the biker until it started to hail so that he was the one that fell off and broke his legs. Too bad it's already getting hazy. Oh, well. At least I recorded most of it. There was another dream before it I can't remember well with my brother and my family at some point in the past (before he was a teenager) visiting 'family' (some of whom were really family, some of whom were not), but that was unrelated and is very foggy.

Thanks if you read this... I wrote it mostly for my records, though. Please know I'm not really egotistic, just egoistic (the latter just doesn't think about others much, very sollipsistic; the former thinks that the self is GREAT). Joe can back me up on this. (The meaning thing; I'm not sure that he'd say I wasn't egotistical)
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